Ok so last night was scary. Shane had been quiet ever since I got home from work and said that he wasn’t feeling all that great, well during dinner when I looked over at him I noticed he was quite pale. I asked if he was ok and he gave me his usual “I’m fine”. About 30 minutes later I could hear something strange in the bathroom, as I investigated I found Shane huddled over the toilet puking up blood. We rushed him to the emergency room. After all of the crazyness in the ER and what seemed like a blur I found myself in a room watching Shane sleep with tubes and wires strung all across his body. I realize at that time that the outlook isn’t good for him and I am not sure how much longer I can stay strong. As I sit in a chair with a tear soaked pillow in my lap a thought comes into my head that I ponder and question myself about. Is it wrong for me to smother him? Wouldn’t it be better for the both of us? How long would I have to hold this pillow over his face? Of course I dismissed the horrible thoughts, but as I type this blog entry one more question arises in my heart. Do you know what today’s date is?
24 Years Ago
2 years ago
6 comments:
You have lived with him too long. His warped sense of humor is rubbing off on you! That's what the "Shanes" do to people. CB
LOL. Smother him!!
I bet you would only have to hold the pillow for a few mintues!!!
That was not nice!! Holy crap. I'm sure my face was priceless while I read that
Wow, that was good! I totally believed every word you typed. I was horrified and felt very sad for you. Nice try! :)
You had me feeling like a horrible sister that I didn't know what was going on until the pillow comment. Then I knew you were BSing. I would expect this behavior from Shane but you had me going cause it was from you!
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